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[Dark One]

Witch-hunt

The wilderness around ruins of Darkbog Citadel is truly a sign of nature's might. Trees, bushes and dense vegetation spread seemingly overnight, taking more and more space. Legions of lumberjacks work hard every day to prevent the jungle from completely raiding The Wolf's Road – the only trade route leading from Erdhen to capital of Iseth. Brothers of the Order of the Rising Sun suspected that Darkbog forests were cursed upon demise of the tyrant ruling those lands in the ages past, but their warnings were ignored. At first travellers getting lost in these woods were thought to be killed by beasts, but after sightings of a beautiful lady calling men into the wilderness were reported, an ominous tale of a bloody witch spread around the whole Tenath. Many adventurers and hired mercenaries tried to reach the ruins and fight the witch, but many of them died in outer woods, and none of those who returned were able to pass through an impenetrable wall of vegetation bordering the forest's heart.

One day, a group of adventurers – six of them, met in a tavern halfway between the border of Erdhen and Wickbreach, the capital of Iseth. Just a day of travel to reach Darkbog forests. The had discussed the tale of witch living in those woods, and blinded by glory and fortune, or perhaps out of good will and noble hearts, they decided to raid the forest and end her dark reign.

Act 1

The Trail of Blood

And Lo! I saw a fair lady,
Mustn't bow, she took me to a grove shady.
To a forest far away, stricken with murderous night,
Where darkness obscures the way, in the air a poisonous blight.
To a dread wilderness, filled with terrifying disgust,
A venture into nothingness, where no man can last.
But to follow afraid not, by her hand I was led,
Until my flesh rot, and I was dead.

Written by an unknown traveller.

Spoiler: Rules (click to show/hide)

The game works on standard RTD setup:

1 – Epic Failure
2 – Failure
3 – Near Success
4 – Success
5 – Epic Success
6 – Overshot

Characters designed to perform specific tasks may receive a slight bonus to do them. Combat is not based on health points or locational body damage. An enemy can be able to kill a character in one hit, or in several rolls. The same applies to player attacking the enemy. Talking with other players is a free, non-rolled action. Speaking with NPC's may require a roll in certain circumstances.

Spoiler: Magic (click to show/hide)

Magic capabilities of players are highly limited. Players are only able to harness enchantments found on different items and charms, and they are unable to create their own. Energy found in several places might be used to charge an item with temporary enchantment though. There is also no such thing as brewing alchemical concoctions outside of a laboratory. Players are unable to make potions and are limited to buying a select few of utility ones before they head out. Preserving potions and enchantments may be crucial to survive.

Spoiler: Character Creation (click to show/hide)

First, you need to give a name to your character. More mystical or unique names are allowed, but it's best to keep them down to earth.

Choosing a gender is a pretty self-explanatory point. Your character should be a male or a female.

Describing character's appearance can be helpful for writing the narrative. Only human race is allowed, and any malformations of character's body may affect gameplay. It is thus advised to keep their body type balanced or favorable for their role eg. A warrior should be muscular.

Giving your character a backstory is an important aspect of character creation. A biography defines character's past and personality. Anything is allowed except for legendary heroes or famous and important figures.

When designing a new character, player is allowed to freely give it starting equipment. These items should bear no magical properties and should be fit to the role that the character fulfils in the party. A warrior should be well armored and armed, while a scholar should carry tomes of knowledge.

Properly designed character should fit in a role that it'd fulfil in the party. There are no character classes in the game and every character can be developed in any way possible. However, it is important to note that a team composed mainly of peasants doesn't stand much chance against darkness of Darkbog forests, a party of physically potent yet intellectually lacking knights might not reveal most of it's mysteries, and while a group of scholars might find a lot about the witch, it'll be literally obliterated by her. A balanced character may fit in to many positions, but has a higher chance of failure than a character that is dedicated to perform a specific task. It is advisable to min-max to form a well cooperating team.

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name:
Gender:

Appearance:

Biography:

Equipment:

Spoiler: Currencies (click to show/hide)

There are three types of currency:

1. Universal - gold, silver and copper coins. These are accepted in the whole world.

2. Florins - currency accepted in Erdhen, Iseth and Larramsir.

3. Krones - imperial currency.

1 gold coin = 50 Florins or 5 krones.
1 silver coin = 10 florins or 1 krones.
1 copper coin = 5 florins or half a krone.
10 florins = 1 krone

Spoiler: World Map (click to show/hide)

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Spoiler: Player: randomgenericusername - Character: Ferro (click to show/hide)

Name: Ferro.
Gender: Male

Appearance: A hulking and probably very muscular man wearing a massive full armor set made from a strange metal similar to stone. The armor is secured with strong chains, which makes the armor absolutely impossible to remove even with external help. A pair of dark blue eyes can be seen through the eyeholes of the helm, and sometimes you can get the glimpse of gray hair. Because of his huge armor, his movements are very slow and ponderous.


Biography: Ferro is not actually his real name, he refuses to talk about anything except when it's important to do so and some of his memories are missing, so the people decided to call him like that and he just went with it. He's known as Ferro because of his enormous metal armor, which he never takes off. Some rumors say he's actually a hollow armor, an animated golem or a divine executioner from heaven. Others think he's a criminal hiding his identity from justice or a wandering knight from leyend... No one really knows the truth and Ferro doesn't seem to care about his reputation or what others think about him. He just goes from town to town, seeking adventure, an opponent worthy of his skills, a purpose and death in combat. He's illiterate and mute, and sometimes has post-traumatic flashbacks of his past.

Ferro's true name has been forgotten even by himself, and his past is blurry because of his memory problems. He can only remember general ideas and some images, and a strong wish to become strong. He recalls being the son of a priest and a noblewoman, but he can't remember their faces. He remembers they died in a fire. Were they murdered? Was the fire an accident? He can't say. After having to survive by himself for months, a travelling knight decided to take care of him. Countless of battles later, the kid became a hardened warrior. The knight trained him for years, but he died in some incident Ferro can't recall. Ferro continued to fight and train by himself, doing various jobs that required strenght and his combat skills, like hunting down bandits or dealing with. He wanted to become the strongest so that no one could ever cause him any more pain. He wanted to become resistant to be able to protect those he cared for. Why did he want this?

...

After some strange incident which resulted in his memory loss, Ferro woke up one day in a forest in the middle of nowhere. He noticed he was wearing a mysterious and extremely heavy armor inscribed with strange words and sigils from inside, and no matter how much he tried, he was unable to take it off. He had to live for decades wearing the acursed armor, wandering the earth, no longer allowed to have a normal life. He was feared by some and hated by others. He found himself alone in the world, and soon became dull and emotionless. He was unable to feel pain or anything else. Just a strange sense of regret. But of what? He can't remember.


Equipment:

Ferro's cursed plate - a colossal armor, impossible to remove because of the many large chains made of the same material that keep the armor together and Ferro locked inside. Made of a strange steel-like metal that looks like carved rock, the thing is almost impossible to break or damage. Ferro is still somehow physically hurt by strong blows, but they are greatly mitigated by the strange armor and also nullifies all sources of external pain. Internal pain, in the other hand...

Great Beidhänder - an extremely large two-handed sword, replaced by smaller and lighter Zweihänder swords, this weapon is very heavy and slow to swing, but tears it's way through anything on it's way.

Spoiler: Player: Dustan Hache - Character: Alvin Heksal (click to show/hide)

Name: Alvin Heksal
Gender:Male

Appearance: Alvin is a bit unkept with graying blonde hair, a thick beard and blue-green eyes. He is slightly muscular, but relatively thin compared to the others.


Biography: Alvin is a hunter and woodsman Local to the area, and one of the few brave enough to even venture near the outskirts of the swamp to begin with. As such, he is relatively experienced with the various flora and fauna that are untainted by the witch and knows the ins and outs of camping safely, both alone and in a group. Having overheard rumors of an adventuring party forming up to slay the witch, he volunteered to act as a guide and survival expert, using both his bow and his brain to keep the others from meeting a grisly demise at the hands of nature herself as opposed to the witch's trickery.


Equipment:

Crude leather backpack
 - annotated journal with information on various plants
 - skinning knife
 - flint and steel
 - bedroll

Crude leather quiver
 - crude wooden arrows (untipped)

Yew-wood hunting shortbow
Rusty iron woodman's axe

Spoiler: Player: DolosusDoleus - Character: Zamira Drakashka (click to show/hide)

Name: Zamira Drakashka
Gender: Female

Appearance: A middle-aged, dark skinned woman, a bit small by normal standards but with a highly toned, sturdy looking physique. Most of her clothing looks ragged and ill-matched, all pieces in various states of wear and tear. Most of the rags she wears have holes, but the skin underneath is wrapped up in bandages so that very little skin shows besides that on her head, neck, lower arms, and feet. She has long black hair streaked with grey, in which a variety of jewelry is tied, most of it silver. Her eyes are a deep brown, and she has a near constant bemused smirk.


Biography: Zamira hails from a distant, far off exotic land. Which one? Good luck getting her to tell you. Most of her past is shrouded in rumors and mystery, and Zamira has done nothing to dispel such rumors. But there are a few things that everyone seems to agree upon:

That Zamira was once a pirate, and a particularly successful one at that. The captain of her own ship, she kept attention off of herself by only picking the plumpest, fattest merchant vessels, then sending the wrecks to the bottom of the ocean to keep the authorities off her trail.

That Zamira willingly retired from the swashbuckling life, choosing to spend the rest of her days on land after a particularly disastrous attempted plundering. She decided that it was better to live on land then to die on the high seas.

That she quickly squandered away her fortune. Or maybe it was stolen? Either way, now she works as a sword for hire. Not the most glamorous, nor does it take in the gold like she used to, but it’s a living. And it’s better than drowning.


Equipment:

Various bits of clothing
Twin cutlasses
Various assorted knives
2 Smoke bombs

Backpack / bed roll
 - 50 ft. of rope
 - Jug of whiskey
 - 27 gold coins
 - A large amount of jewelry

Pouch
 - 50 krones

Spoiler: Player: Glass - Character: Silvia Auric (click to show/hide)

Name: Silvia Auric
Gender: Female

Appearance: Fairly average in appearance, maybe a bit on the short side, and somewhat thinner than most. Her hair is collected in a shoulder-length braid. Notably, her eyes shine a golden color, while her hair is bright red, and her skin is exceptionally pale. She holds pens like she's been wielding them since birth; weapons, not so much.


Biography: Silvia is definitely the daughter of a wealthy trader's wife; whether she's the trader's daughter is a more contentious subject, due to her unusual hair color. To save the family the possible accusations of infidelity, she was sent away at an early age to be taught at a temple to the god of knowledge. Silvia quickly became one of their brightest pupils, often helping her fellow students and wards with the more complicated facets of their recent lessons. However, as she grew into her teenage years, Silvia began to chafe under the restricted opportunities she had at the temple, until finally, she ran away at age seventeen.

    However, Silvia was still acclimated to a scholarly environment, rather than that of the "real" world, and so she found herself at the temple for the dual goddesses of magic and mystery, looking for a place to earn her keep. She spent four years here, tending to the priests' needs while learning the basics of alchemy and enchantment (though not how to do them; those were priestly jobs), as well as the many legends and tales of the world beyond the safety of civilization (and how to extract truth from these often-exaggerated accounts). When not supervised, she would spend hours in the library, reading up on the "dark" magics of monsters and those that rejected the gods (purely for the purposes of identification and nullification, she swears).

    Upon the discovery of this latter pastime, Silvia was forcibly removed from her position in the temple, with the threat that if she ever stepped foot in it again, she'd be branded a heretic and hunted down by society. She was tempted to do so anyway out of spite, but thought better of it.

    Since then, Silvia has mostly been wandering from town to town, working as a scribe, a small-scale trader, and an occasional courier. It was during travel to Erdhen that she heard about the troubles from the Darkbog forest, and recalling the tales of the witch from her time in the libraries of the temple of magic and mystery, she began to do some more in-depth study into the subject. It was purely by chance that she was in the tavern where an expedition was being discussed, but upon hearing of it, she was glad of the opportunity to put her research to use.


Equipment:

Light leather armor (fitted so as not to restrict movement, and with a hood),

Backpack
 - journal,
 - multiple pens,
 - books (Plants and animals of Darkbog (covers notable traits of them, such as medicinal properties or being poisonous); Thelaidde (tome containing myths about the Darkbog witch); Book of Prayers (the prayers for the gods of knowledge, mystery, and magic),
 - small notebook (contains various spells of black magic and the methods of casting them (recorded from memory, so likely unreliable), and some notes about known magic),
 - bedroll,
 - spyglass,
 - magnifying glass,
 - materials used in various rituals (both holy and unholy),

Two knives
 - serrated one for the cutting of foliage,
 - sharpened one for self-defence,
 - 25 gold coins,

Hand crossbow,

Ammo bag
 - 50 bolts,

Spoiler: Player: Enemy Post - Character: Shedden, the crocodile doctor (click to show/hide)

Name: Shedden.
Gender: Male.

Appearance: A scarred man with light brown skin. Notably maintains a cheery demeanor, despite his peg foot and two missing fingers on his right hand. He wears standard commoners' garb, with pants badly torn around the ankles. He's also got a backpack with a blowgun hanging from the side. His belt is ringed with darts and small pouches for tipping the darts with poison and drugs. By his side is a smallish trained crocodile.


Biography: Shedden is a man who sees the best side of everything. This includes his favorite creatures, the crocodiles that lived in the river by his swampy home village downriver from Darkbog Forest. Admiring the crocodiles for their strength, stealth, and reptilian intelligence, Shedden took to studying the creatures. He also learned how to treat injuries, both his own inevitable bites and those of wounded crocodiles he came across.

 After numerous failures and close calls, he actually managed to partially tame and train one of the creatures from a hatchling found in a mostly ruined clutch in an abandoned nest. Shedden's success was tempered however when he realized the crocodiles were slowly dying off. Some polluted essence from Darkbog had leaked into the crocodiles' habitat and poisoned the water. Shedden decided to head off and investigate what was causing this disturbance.


Equipment:

Normal clothing,

Backpack
 - fish,
 - medical tools,

Blowgun
 - darts tipped with both poisons and medical drugs,

Spoiler: Player: Smoke Mirrors - Character: Asher Argent (click to show/hide)

Name: Asher Argent
Gender: Male

Appearance: Asher is a handsome young man, and is a bit taller than average. His hair and eyes are both gold, and he keeps his hair short, but messy. His skin is tan and he has well toned muscle. He gestures when he speaks, and puts his hand on his necklace or on his sword when he is nervous.


Biography: Asher is the son of a minor noble, The Duke of Heights Keep. As such, he was trained from birth in such things as reading, writing, mathematics, swordsmanship, and horseback riding. At the age of 11, he chose to learn to be a doctor. He trained as the apprentice of his father's court physician, George Redfern, and learned the trick of his trade. The physician had radical ideas, such as washing your hands after a procedure, or washing your equipment, along with others. Despite the whole of modern medicine dismissing them, Asher took his teacher's ideas to heart. All the while, he continued to excel in swordsmanship and horseback riding. Despite his dislike of mathematics, Redfern required him to continues working at his best, eventually to the point where Asher was a fully capable mathematician, as well as a swordsman, rider, and physician. At age 18 Asher stuck off on his own. He left his fathers home with his trusty horse Arion, his favorite sword and armor, his lucky necklace, a good sum of money, and his physician's kit. He spent the next 8 years traveling throughout the land, helping people in need for a modest price. He also, became quite adept at lying, for reasons available in the full release. He ended up joining the group as he was in the tavern and he ended up sitting at their table. Do not mistake his noble upbringing for weakness though. Asher has spent 8 years on his own, he is entirely capable of handling himself.


Equipment:

Custom forged steel sword,
Custom forged armor, designed not to restrict movement,
 - comfortable and warm clothes (under his armor), with a hood,
Lucky silver cross necklace with the words "Anyone can change the world" inlaid in gold,
Custom weighted shield,
Knife
Sturdy leather belt

Main medical bag
 - sterilized incision blade (scalpel),
 - tweezers,
 - needle and thread,
 - matches,
 - gloves,
 - selection of most helpful herbs(painkiller, induce blood clotting, induce vomiting, natural antiseptic, induces sleep, natural antibiotic, adrenaline inducer, herbal juice he uses to sterilize his hands before procedures, and some chocolate.)
 - official letter from his father stating "The holder of this letter is indeed the heir of heights keep, aid them as such."
 - bedroll

Money bag
 - 5 gold coins,

Hidden money bag
 - 10 gold coins

Crossbow
 - 20 bolts

Spoiler: Player: Smoke Mirrors - Companion: Arion (click to show/hide)

Name: Arion
Gender: Male

Appearance: A brown and white dappled horse. He is well muscled, capable of carrying two adults and a large amount of gear.


Biography: This is Asher's horse. It did stuff with Asher. Just read Asher's backstory.


Equipment (Arion carries the stuff Asher can't hold on his person):

Change of clothes if anyone's clothes get covered in an infected compound or soaked with cold water,
Warm blankets,
Water sterilization addon (roof that attaches to the pot and catches the steam, and a larger pot below the main one for water to fall into),
Tea kettle and strainer,
Large supply of honey,
Remaining herbs (used to fight any large variety of diseases and other ailments),
Height's of Medicine (book for disease identification),
Sterilized cloths for cleaning wounds,
Strips of cloth to be used as bandaids,
"Holy" water,
Book of Prayers (gifted from a friend of Asher's when he did some work at a church (sometimes doctors just need to have a little faith)),
Soap,
Dry rations to feed the group for a week with no outside food,
Extra bedroll,
Gear to turn a bedroll into an emergency litter,
Pharmacist Guide to Flora of Tenath (guide to plants to help identify edible, medicinal, and poisonous plants),
Journal and pen,
Extra knife,
Alcohol, for calming nerves and sterilization,
Stores of clean water,
Lengths of rope,
Various antitoxins,
Warm jackets,
Bottles of citron,
Fishing line, three hooks and sinkers,
Pots for boiling water,

Water boiling set
 - flint and steel (for lighting a fire),
 - knife (for shaving wood tinders),
 - pots (for holding the water),
 - tripod (to keep the pot above the water),

Books on the occult and witchcraft
 - Thelaidde (contains myths of Darkbog witch),
 - Ettaenferene (an occult tome describing Lands of the Dead),
 - Suy'therreinem (a book on witchcraft banned in whole Tenath),

Hidden money bag
 - 10 gold coins,

Spare bolts for crossbow
 - 20 bolts

[Dark One]

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Spoiler: Player: crazyabe - Character: Jebediah Lawson (click to show/hide)

Name: Jebediah Lawson
Gender:Male

Appearance: Jeb is a big happy man of the priesthood, With Blue eyes and blond hair. He looks to be in his early 20s.


Biography: Jebediah has always been a bit direct on spreading gods love to everyone he meets, and hearing of a woman who uses the magic of demons living in the woods truly fired him up into a holy rage at such an abomination against his religion, technically he didn't even join the group! he just marched out after overhearing five people discussing the forest and got followed there...


Equipment:

Backpack
- one possibly hollow Bible, Extra thick
  - one Very small bottle of Wine
- one wooden cross
- a large Jar of "Holy" water Strained through the pages of a Bible
- A Loaf of Bread
A Mace
A small Silver cross necklace

Spoiler: Player: Tarran - Character: Castel Veiimar (click to show/hide)

Name: Castel "The Sharp" Veiimar (Cas-stel Vei-i-mar)
Gender: Female

Appearance: Castel appears to be a fairly muscled, very attractive young human woman (age 20), with shoulder-length brown hair, fair skin, and unusual ruby-red irises. She wears a slightly form-fitting leather armor, with a steel right shoulder pauldron, and a steel plate on her right elbow and forearm. Surrounding the leather armor is a wolf-pelt coat, and she wears a Cavalier hat with a blue feather (a type of wide-brimmed hat). Aside from the longsword strapped on her back, she often also has a heater shield on her back or in her left hand, along with a dagger strapped to her left waist, and a dirk strapped on her left shoulder. She seems to almost always carry a neutral expression.


Biography: Castel is the second daughter (and fourth child) of a relatively unknown count, Count Ferdinian Veiimar. Castel's mother is disputed; she is not the daughter of Ferdinian's wife Amelia, and there are two possible interpretations to who her mother is. This is because her father, Ferdinian, is known to have flights of fancy, wherein he goes off adventuring (temporarily abandoning his quiet county), often with few or no retainers with him. Castel was born during one of these adventuring trips, and according to Ferdinian, Castel is the daughter of an "encounter" with an attractive ruby-eyed witch that he'd manage to seduce with his "truly remarkable roguish charm." This also explains, Ferdinian argued, why Castel is so boyish in her mannerisms, because according to the witch, she could only give birth to girls despite whatever soul ended up being in the body; in other words, he suggested that Castel is a man's soul in a woman's body. The other possible interpretation, of course, was that Ferdinian just had an encounter with a prostitute or a random peasant. Ferdinian and the retainers who followed him on that particular adventure support the first interpretation, while his wife Amelia and many others support the latter... though, the latter noticeably does not have any explanation for Castel's very unusual ruby eyes. Regardless, she was adopted begrudgingly by Amelia.

Castel had a troubled childhood: Amelia, her adoptive mother, tried to teach her the ways of a noble woman; but Castel never seemed to truly have shown much interest in feminine mannerisms, so their relationship, although not negative, was always tense. Instead, Castel showed unhealthy interest in her father and his adventuring days, to a level which made her more favored by her father than her half-brothers were favored. Her father had her tutored in swordplay at age 9, much to the displeasure of Amelia. This was expanded to full-on fighting and adventure training at age 11.

Castel's teenage and early adulthood years were even more troubled. She had, much to the displeasure of Amelia and her older half-sister, developed a very rough personality: she was fairly cynical, spoke fairly plainly, preferred her humor dry, and was not afraid to voice her displeasure at things. She also showed little (if any) interest in marrying anyone. However, despite this, she was not really particularly hostile or cruel, just extremely frank. When Castel was 17, this resulted in Amelia secretly proposing marrying Castel to a duke's son, behind Ferdinian and Castel's back, for she hoped that a marriage would help "settle Castel down," much as it had with her own full biological daughter. The duke, for his part, found Castel very exotic for her ruby eyes, and accepted. Needless to say, when Castel found out when the duke and his son came over, she threw a fit and nearly harmed her adoptive mother, in addition to giving very sharp retorts to attempts by the duke and his son to convince her to marry. The marriage attempt failed.

This event would prove to be the final straw: Castel would try to sneak away from her home and go adventuring; but she would be caught by her father while doing so. Her father, however, was actually strangely pleased by this more than he was distressed, and decided to support his daughter: he gave her equipment and sent Irand--one of his knights who had followed Ferdinian on several of his adventuring trips prior--with Castel in order to tutor her while she was off adventuring. Castel would spend the next 3 years rather quickly learning how to be an adventurer, gaining experience as well as skill in her sword-fighting, and making a name for herself: She would become known to some as "The Sharp" for both her swordplay, and for her harsh mannerism which often takes most employers by surprise. Along the way, she also started practicing with a sling when some annoying bandit pinned her down by riding a horse around in a field and shooting at her with a bow and arrow, at least until some "knight in shining armor" saved her; and she vowed that she would do her best to never let that happen again. Just 1 year ago, she sent Irand back home, for she believed that she was ready to adventure on her own; and she was.


Equipment:

Stylish Cavalier hat with a blue feather,
Leather armor with steel pauldron and plates,
Steel heater shield,
Steel longsword,
Steel dagger,
Steel dirk,

Medium-length sling,
- 10 small lead sling-bullets,

Backpack
- 2 day's rations and water,
- bedroll,
- 3 simple bandages,
- 2 gold and 11 silver coins,

Dead

Spoiler: Player: Enemy Post - Companion: Denise - Throat cut open by a headless zombie (click to show/hide)

Name: Denise.
Gender: Female.

Appearance: Pretty much just looks like a crocodile.


Biography: SELF IS DENISE. SELF WAS EGG. FRIEND/PARENT/prey/MASTER WAS THERE WHEN HATCH FROM EGG. FRIEND/PARENT/prey/MASTER GIVE NEEDS(FOOD/SHELTER). HELP FRIEND/PARENT/prey/MASTER. WE LEAVE WHEN WATER DIE/STINK/ROT. MUST HIDE-BITE-GRAB-RIP-EAT. MUST FOLLOW. MUST CARRY. MUST SWIM.


Equipment:

Waterproof pack (attached to the crocodile's back)
 - 15 gold coins,

[randomgenericusername]

Spoiler: Ferro (click to show/hide)

Name: Ferro.

Gender: Male

Appearance: A hulking and probably very muscular man wearing a massive full armor set made from a strange metal similar to stone. The armor is secured with strong chains, which makes the armor absolutely impossible to remove even with external help. A pair of dark blue eyes can be seen through the eyeholes of the helm, and sometimes you can get the glimpse of gray hair. Because of his huge armor, his movements are very slow and ponderous.

Biography: Ferro is not actually his real name, he refuses to talk about anything except when it's important to do so and some of his memories are missing, so the people decided to call him like that and he just went with it. He's known as Ferro because of his enormous metal armor, which he never takes off. Some rumors say he's actually a hollow armor, an animated golem or a divine executioner from heaven. Others think he's a criminal hiding his identity from justice or a wandering knight from leyend... No one really knows the truth and Ferro doesn't seem to care about his reputation or what others think about him. He just goes from town to town, seeking adventure, an opponent worthy of his skills, a purpose and death in combat. He's illiterate and mute, and sometimes has post-traumatic flashbacks of his past.

Ferro's true name has been forgotten even by himself, and his past is blurry because of his memory problems. He can only remember general ideas and some images, and a strong wish to become strong. He recalls being the son of a priest and a noblewoman, but he can't remember their faces. He remembers they died in a fire. Were they murdered? Was the fire an accident? He can't say. After having to survive by himself for months, a travelling knight decided to take care of him. Countless of battles later, the kid became a hardened warrior. The knight trained him for years, but he died in some incident Ferro can't recall. Ferro continued to fight and train by himself, doing various jobs that required strenght and his combat skills, like hunting down bandits or dealing with. He wanted to become the strongest so that no one could ever cause him any more pain. He wanted to become resistant to be able to protect those he cared for. Why did he want this?

...

After some strange incident which resulted in his memory loss, Ferro woke up one day in a forest in the middle of nowhere. He noticed he was wearing a mysterious and extremely heavy armor inscribed with strange words and sigils from inside, and no matter how much he tried, he was unable to take it off. He had to live for decades wearing the acursed armor, wandering the earth, no longer allowed to have a normal life. He was feared by some and hated by others. He found himself alone in the world, and soon became dull and emotionless. He was unable to feel pain or anything else. Just a strange sense of regret. But of what? He can't remember.

Equipment: The only thing Ferro has in his possesion is his colossal armor, impossible to remove because of the many large chains made of the same material that keep the armor together and Ferro locked inside. Made of a strange steel-like metal that looks like carved rock, the thing is almost impossible to break or damage. Ferro is still somehow physically hurt by strong blows, but they are greatly mitigated by the strange armor and also nullifies all sources of external pain. Internal pain, in the other hand...

It's a traumatized and senile knight veteran cursed with a super-heavy cumbersome armor that makes him extremely slow and it's unable to be taken off. He's also very old, has memory loss, is illiterate, mute and has PTSD. But the armor is a very good armor.

He may or may not die of old age in the middle of the game.

Note: I didn't list any weapon in his equipment, but he is able to use anything because of his knight training. And he is strong enough that punching with the massive armored gauntlets of his armor often gets the job done against most things.

[Dustan Hache]

Reserved. This ironically fits well for Reynald, but i'm going to hold off that till I see if anyone wants to be the group's main fighter.

[randomgenericusername]

Reserved. This ironically fits well for Reynald, but i'm going to hold off that till I see if anyone wants to be the group's main fighter.

Dibs on tank.

[Enemy post]

However, it is important to note that a team composed mainly of peasants doesn't stand much chance against darkness of Darkbog forests

Dennis would disagree strenuously, sir!

[DolosusDoleus]

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Zamira Drakashka
Gender: Female

Appearance: A middle-aged, dark skinned woman, a bit small by normal standards but with a highly toned, sturdy looking physique. Most of her clothing looks ragged and ill-matched, all pieces in various states of wear and tear. Most of the rags she wears have holes, but the skin underneath is wrapped up in bandages so that very little skin shows besides that on her head, neck, lower arms, and feet. She has long black hair streaked with grey, in which a variety of jewelry is tied, most of it silver. Her eyes are a deep brown, and she has a near constant bemused smirk.

Biography: Zamira hails from a distant, far off exotic land. Which one? Good luck getting her to tell you. Most of her past is shrouded in rumors and mystery, and Zamira has done nothing to dispel such rumors. But there are a few things that everyone seems to agree upon:

That Zamira was once a pirate, and a particularly successful one at that. The captain of her own ship, she kept attention off of herself by only picking the plumpest, fattest merchant vessels, then sending the wrecks to the bottom of the ocean to keep the authorities off her trail.

That Zamira willingly retired from the swashbuckling life, choosing to spend the rest of her days on land after a particularly disastrous attempted plundering. She decided that it was better to live on land then to die on the high seas.

That she quickly squandered away her fortune. Or maybe it was stolen? Either way, now she works as a sword for hire. Not the most glamorous, nor does it take in the gold like she used to, but it’s a living. And it’s better than drowning.

Equipment:
-Various bits of clothing
-Twin cutlasses
-Various assorted knives
-2 Smoke bombs
-Backpack / bed roll
-50 ft. of rope
-Jug of whiskey
-25 gold coins
-A large amount of jewelry

Roguish type character. Can dish out damage but probably can’t take it.

[Glass]

Spoiler: A complete person is in here (click to show/hide)

Name: Silvia Auric
Gender: Female

Appearance: Fairly average in appearance, maybe a bit on the short side, and somewhat thinner than most. Her hair is collected in a shoulder-length braid. Notably, her eyes shine a golden color, while her hair is bright red, and her skin is exceptionally pale. She holds pens like she's been wielding them since birth; weapons, not so much.

Biography: Silvia is definitely the daughter of a wealthy trader's wife; whether she's the trader's daughter is a more contentious subject, due to her unusual hair color. To save the family the possible accusations of infidelity, she was sent away at an early age to be taught at a temple to the god of knowledge. Silvia quickly became one of their brightest pupils, often helping her fellow students and wards with the more complicated facets of their recent lessons. However, as she grew into her teenage years, Silvia began to chafe under the restricted opportunities she had at the temple, until finally, she ran away at age seventeen.

    However, Silvia was still acclimated to a scholarly environment, rather than that of the "real" world, and so she found herself at the temple for the dual goddesses of magic and mystery, looking for a place to earn her keep. She spent four years here, tending to the priests' needs while learning the basics of alchemy and enchantment (though not how to do them; those were priestly jobs), as well as the many legends and tales of the world beyond the safety of civilization (and how to extract truth from these often-exaggerated accounts). When not supervised, she would spend hours in the library, reading up on the "dark" magics of monsters and those that rejected the gods (purely for the purposes of identification and nullification, she swears).

    Upon the discovery of this latter pastime, Silvia was forcibly removed from her position in the temple, with the threat that if she ever stepped foot in it again, she'd be branded a heretic and hunted down by society. She was tempted to do so anyway out of spite, but thought better of it.

    Since then, Silvia has mostly been wandering from town to town, working as a scribe, a small-scale trader, and an occasional courier. It was during travel to Erdhen that she heard about the troubles from the Darkbog forest, and recalling the tales of the witch from her time in the libraries of the temple of magic and mystery, she began to do some more in-depth study into the subject. It was purely by chance that she was in the tavern where an expedition was being discussed, but upon hearing of it, she was glad of the opportunity to put her research to use.

Equipment: Light leather armor (fitted so as not to restrict movement, and with a hood); a backpack holding a journal, multiple pens, and few books about such things as the plants and animals of Darkbog (and any notable traits of them, such as medicinal properties or being poisonous), myths about the witch, the prayers for the gods of knowledge, mystery, and magic, a small notebook containing various spells of black magic and the methods of casting them (recorded from memory, so likely unreliable), and some notes about known magic; two knives, one serrated for the cutting of foliage, the other sharpened for self-defence; a hand crossbow and an ammo bag with 50 bolts; a bedroll; a spyglass and a magnifying glass; materials used in various rituals, both holy and unholy; and 25 gold.

Scholarly route here. Will likely need protection, but she'll probably be able to tell everyone how best to deal with hostile magics. I'll mostly be staying at range, thank you kindly.

[randomgenericusername]

Sheet done. I know you said no magical items, but the armor has no beneficial magic and is instead a huge cumbersome armor with multiple curses.

[DolosusDoleus]

Sheet also done. Yarr, me mateys!

[Glass]

Same goes here. Though edits may be ongoing.

[Dark One]

Sheet done. I know you said no magical items, but the armor has no beneficial magic and is instead a huge cumbersome armor with multiple curses.

I'll allow it, but since it's cursed and so heavy, it might give him penalties when moving or dodging.

Sheet also done. Yarr, me mateys!

Same goes here. Though edits may be ongoing.

You've been added to players list!

[Enemy post]

Spoiler: Shedden, the crocodile doctor (click to show/hide)

Name:Shedden.
Gender:Male.

Appearance:A scarred man with light brown skin. Notably maintains a cheery demeanor, despite his peg foot and two missing fingers on his right hand. He wears standard commoners' garb, with pants badly torn around the ankles. He's also got a backpack with a blowgun hanging from the side. His belt is ringed with darts and small pouches for tipping the darts with poison and drugs. By his side is a smallish trained crocodile.

Biography:Shedden is a man who sees the best side of everything. This includes his favorite creatures, the crocodiles that lived in the river by his swampy home village downriver from Darkbog Forest. Admiring the crocodiles for their strength, stealth, and reptilian intelligence, Shedden took to studying the creatures. He also learned how to treat injuries, both his own inevitable bites and those of wounded crocodiles he came across.

 After numerous failures and close calls, he actually managed to partially tame and train one of the creatures from a hatchling found in a mostly ruined clutch in an abandoned nest. Shedden's success was tempered however when he realized the crocodiles were slowly dying off. Some polluted essence from Darkbog had leaked into the crocodiles' habitat and poisoned the water. Shedden decided to head off and investigate what was causing this disturbance.

Equipment:Normal clothing, a backpack containing fish and medical tools(kept separate, of course). Also has a blowgun with a collection of darts tipped with both poisons and medical drugs.

Is this alright? I'm trying to make a sort of non-magical healer/debuffer character, with the pet crocodile for melee combat. Maybe the crocodile should have -1 on all rolls for balance, or I can't take other actions while directing the crocodile?

[Smoke Mirrors]

I'm in, but give me the time to make my sheet. As you know Dark, I like my characters like I like my coffee, taking a long time to finish, and ungodly complicated.